Golden Youth

Sitting by the pier, sharing a cigarette;
The smoke trails and joins its hazy brothers.
You kick off your shoes and you just don't care;
Smouldering, simpering, inhaling the smother.

Golden youth, in the grit and the swill;
They aim for the neck and go for the kill.

Somewhere between the brawls and turmoil,
You both find what you're looking for.
All love bites and stabbing tongues,
You feel it more than anything before.

Golden youth, in the grit and the swill;
They aim for the neck and go for the kill.

You met in the usual way:
Rolled eyes; feigned indifference.
But your eyes - traitors - conducted
An overture from a distance.

Golden youth, in the grit and the swill;
They aim for the neck and go for the kill.

Courting soon was usurped by lust,
Kicking and wrestling and sand in your hair.
Lips chaffed red raw, and itching for more,
You call out her name in an insincere prayer.

Golden youth, in the grit and the swill;
They aim for the neck and go for the kill.

Your heart swells, a maudlin fool;
She's so real, and the sun rises.
Your pop culture-addled brain can't describe
This, so you lie with her till the sun rises.

Golden youth, in the grit and the swill;
They aim for the neck and go for the kill.

The End

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